Prometheus-Christ (John Boyle O Reilly Poems)
LASHED to the planet, glaring at the sky,An eagle at his heart-the Pagan Christ!Why is it, Mystery? O, dumb Darkness, ...
LASHED to the planet, glaring at the sky,An eagle at his heart-the Pagan Christ!Why is it, Mystery? O, dumb Darkness, ...
They lifted her out of a story Too sordid and selfish by far,They left me the innocent glory Of love that was pure ...
The Brownie sits in the Scotchman's room,And eats his meat and drinks his ale,And beats the maid with her unused ...
The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune Fitfully on the skylight, and the shade Of the fast flying clouds across my ...
<i>1. The Enigma of Arrival</i>We are nude beneath our costumesas in the false myths we have been forcedto memorizeand there ...
after Rene CharLet's agree that the night is a blank canvas, a stationbreak, a bridge of a song.Let's agree further ...
"Pinch me; ay, punch me, for fear I m not sitting here reading the paper.Sure as the sun in the ...
From Martial Now is windy and the waves are cresting overFall is soon to come to change the place entirely.Change of ...
I.PLACE. — A small alcove with dark curtains.The class consists of one member.SUBJECT. — Thomson's Mirror Galvanometer. The lamp-light falls on ...
IN THE MANNER OF SWIFTLONG had I sought in vain to findA likeness for the scribbling kind;The modern scribbling kind, ...
ICan they still live,Beckon and cryOver the yearsAfter they die,Bringing us tearsMeditative?IIThose we once setWith us abreast,Shielded and cherished,Are they ...
"Wake, arm Divine! awake, Eye of the only Wise! Now for Thy glory's sake, Saviour and God, arise,And may Thine ear, that sealed ...
Glorious it is, though concealing its glory: and a guide, though under the veil of coquetry. Its discourse is bright ...
It has been cool so far for December, but of course the colddoesn't last long down here. The Bible is ...
Well may I guess and feel Why Autumn should be sad; But vernal airs should sorrow heal, Spring should be gay and glad: Yet ...
Though flowers have perished at the touchOf Frost, the early comer,I hail the season loved so much,The good St. Martin's ...
So the days of my tramping are over, And the days of my riding are done-I'm about as content as a ...
Town, a town,But locationOver which the sun as it comes to it;Which cools, houses and lamp-posts, during the night, with the ...
having chosen exile, madness, obliviontheir striped clothes fadedfaces palethey sleep so heavilythe hospital garden is still empty, wind sweepsthe dust, ...
IA small thatched cottage, moss grown old, A low-browed, weather-beaten door,Two windows small, that dimly light The dusky walls and earthen floor.From ...
Oh, we're getting under cover, for the "sport" is on the way,-Pockets bulge with ammunition, and he's coming down to ...
TIS a dull sight To see the year dying,When winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing: Sighing, O sighing!When such a time cometh I ...
Through female subtlety intense,Or the good luck of innocence,Or both, my Wife, with whom I planTo pass calm evenings when ...
An Exquisite Little Poem In Dickens' "Household Words"Hail to thee, the Workman's Friend, We wreathe thy brow with roses!While thy useful ...
1.All gentle folks who owe a grudgeTo any living thingOpen your ears and stay your tudgeWhilst I in dudgeon sing.2.The ...
Ah, God be merciful to him who seesThro' ermined pomp and pageantry of kings,Thro' regal mien and beauty's witcheriesThe poor, ...
READING how Marco Polo cameBy bridle-path to Kanbalu,Forgotten fibres wake to flame,And smoke old memories anew . . . .For ...
Marble fragment, freed at lastFrom thy prison of the past,By a spade-thrust brought to lightAfter centuries of night,--Let me take ...
Are they clinging to their crosses,F. E. Smith,Where the Breton boat-fleet tosses,Are they, Smith?Do they, fasting, trembling, bleeding,Wait the news ...
Shut out the World, shut in the Home!The sea is deeper than its foam;Retain the gem, reject the paste;Withdraw from ...
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